01) Sometimes
          Time: 2:40
          Vedder

Large fingers pushing paint.
You're god and you've got big hands.
Colors blend. The challenges you give man.
Seek my part, devote myself.
My small self. Like a book amongst the many on a shelf.

Sometimes I know, sometimes I rise.
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I cringe, sometimes I live.
Sometimes I walk, sometimes I kneel.
Sometimes I speak of nothing at all.
Sometimes I reach to myself, dear god.

Ah, is there room for both of us? Both of us apart?
Are we bound out of obligation? Is that all we've got?
I get the words and then I get to thinking.
I don't want to think, I want to feel.
And how do I feel? And how do I...

If you're the only one will I never be enough? Yeah.
Hail hail the lucky ones. I refer to those in love. Yeah.

Oh, how I'll love you til the day I die and beyond.
Are we going to the same place? If so can I come?
It's egg rolling thick and heavy. All the past we carry.
Oh, I could be new. You underestimate me.

If you're the only one will I never be enough? Yeah.
Hail hail the lucky ones. I refer to those in love. Yeah. Shock.

I sometimes realize I could only be as good as you'll let me.
Are you woman enough to be my man? Bandaged hand in hand.

I find it on the run in a race that can't be won. Yeah.
All hail the lucky ones. I refer to those in love. Yeah.
If you're my only one, so could you only one?
I want to be your one. Enough! You won no one. You're one.

Come to send. Not condescend.
Transcendental consequences.
To transcend where we are.
Who are we? Who we are.

Trampled marks on your souls.
Changes, all you're a part.
Seen it all. Not at all.
Can't defend fucked up men.
Take me for a ride before we leave.

Circumstance. Clapping hands.
A driving winds. Happenstance.
Off the track, in the mud.
That's the marks before mentioned words.

And a little... Wow... And a little... Yeah.

Just a little time before we leave.
Stop light plays its part so I would say you've got a part.
What's your part? Who you are.
You are who who you are.

Up here in my tree. Yeah.
Newspapers matter not to me. Yeah.
No, no more crowbars to my head. Yeah.
I'm trading stories with the leaves instead. Yeah.

I wave to all my friends. Yeah.
They don't seem to notice me. No.
Ah, their eyes strait on the street. Yo! Oh...
Sidewalks cigarettes and seams. Yeah. Yeah...

Up here so high I start to shake.
Up here so high the sky I scrape.
I'm so high I hold just one breath deep within my chest just like innocence.

(Eddie's down in his home)
(Oh, the blue sky it's his home)
(Eddie's blue sky home)
(Oh, the blue sky it's his home)

I remember when, yeah, I swore I knew everything. Oh, yeah.
They say knowledge is a tree. Yeah.
It's growing up just like me. Yeah.

I'm so light the wind me shakes.
I'm so high the sky I scrape.
Yea, I'm so high I hold just one breath, to go back to my nest, to sleep with innocence.

Up here so high the boughs they break.
Up here so high the sky I scrape.
And my eyes feel both wide open.
And I got a glimpse of my inner sense.
Got back my innocence. Still got it. Still got it.

Don't it make you smile? (x2)
When the sun don't shine, (it don't shine at all.)
Don't it make you smile?

Don't it make you smile?
Don't it make me smile? Yeah.
When the sun don't shine, it don't shine at all. Yeah.
Don't it make me smile?

I miss you already. I miss you always.
I miss you already, yeah. I miss you all day.
This is how I feel.

I miss you already, yeah. I miss you always.
Three crooked hearts. Swirls all around, yeah.
I miss you all day.

Don't it make you smile? (x2)
Three crooked hearts. Swirls all around.
Don't it make you smile?

1, 2, 1, 2...
Know a man. His face seemed pulled and tense.
Like he's riding on a motorbike in the strongest winds.
So I approach with tact.
Suggest that he should relax, but he's always moving much too fast.

Said he'll see me on the flipside of this trip he's taking for a ride.
He's been taking too much on.
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes.
There he goes.

He's yet to come back but I see his picture.
It doesn't look the same up on the rack.
We go way back.

I wonder about his insides.
It's like his thoughts are too big for his size.
He's been taken, where I don't know.
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept hope.
There he goes.

And now I rub my eyes for he has returned.
Seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned.
For he still smiles. And he's still strong.
Nothing's changed but the surrounding bullshit. That has grown.
And now he's home and we're laughing like we always did my same old, same old friend.
Until a quarter to ten. I saw the strain creep in.
He seems distracted and I know just what is going to happen next.
Before his first step he is off again.

See it happen to a couple of friends.
Seen it happen and the message it sends.
Takeing off for what's an obvious fall.
Just to see what all the fuss is about.

It's not your way.
Not your way.
It's not your way.

Another habit says it's in love with you.
Another habit says it's long overdue.
Another habit like an unwanted friend.
I'm so happy with my righteous self.

It's not your way.
Not your way.
It's not your way.

Never thought you'd habit. (x3)
I never thought you... Never thought you.
Never thought you'd habit. (x3)
I never thought you... Never never thought you.

Never thought you'd habit. (x6)
Speaking as a child of the 90's...

Never thought you'd habit. (x3)
I never thought you... Never thought you.
Never thought you'd habit. (x3)
I never thought you... Never never thought you.

Never... Never me. Never you. Never me.

(Line one, mighty fine.)

Watched from the window with a red mosquito.
I was not allowed to leave the room.
I saw the sun go down and now it's coming up.
Somewhere in the time between I was bitten.
Must have been the devil.
He was just paying me a little visit.
Reminding me of his presence.
Letting me know he's a-waiting. Ohh...

Red man's your neighbor. Call it behavior.
While you're climbing up slippery hills.
Two steps ahead of him. Punctures in your neck.
Hovering just above your bed. (x2)

I was bitten must have been the devil.
He was just paying me a little visit.
Reminding me of his presence.
And letting me know he's a-waiting.
He's a-waiting ohh there. Yeah.

If I had known then what I know now... (x4)

Drive down the street can't find the keys to my own fucking home.
I'll take a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb.
I'll make a right, after the arches, stinking grease and bone.
Stopped at the supermarket people stare like I'm a dog.

I'm going to Lukin's.
I've got a spot at Lukin's.
I knocked the door at Lukin's.
Open the fridge. Now I know life is worth.

I found the key but I return to find an open door.
Some fucking freak who claims I fathered, by rape, her own son.
I find my wife, I call the cops, this days work's never done.
The last I heard that freak was purchasing a fucking gun.

Do you see the way that tree bends? Does it inspire>
Leaning out to catch the sun's rays. A lesson to be applied.
Are you getting something out of this all encompassing trip?

You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, ohh, or you can come to terms and realize you're the only one who can forgive yourself. Oh.
Makes much more sense to live in the present tense.

Have you ideas on how this life ends?
Checked your hands and studied the lines.
Have you the belief that the road ahead ascends off into the light?
Seems that needlessly it's getting harder to find an approach and a way to live.
Are we getting something out of this all encompassing trip.

You can spend your time alone redigesting past regrets, ohh, or you can come to terms and realize you're the only one who cannot forgive yourself. Oh, ohh.
Makes more sense to live in the present tense.

You'll be going out with radio, going out with disco, going out like bacchanal.
I'll be going out with telephone, going out alone, to the radar zone.

It's all just inadvertent imitation. And I don't mean mine.
It's all across this nation.
If it's just inadvertent simulation. A pattern in all mankind.
What's got the whole world faking it?

I'll be playing with my magazine, using up my Listerine, like Ovaltine.
And you'll be dipping in your battleship, for the latest tip, for the latest dream.

It's all just inadvertent imitation. And I don't mean mine.
It's all across this nation.
If it's just inadvertent simulation. A pattern in all mankind.
What's got the whole world faking it?
If it's just inadvertent imitation. A pattern in all mankind.
What's got the whole world faking it?
What's got the whole world faking... (x4)
What's got the whole world faking it? Yeah.

A man lies in his bed in a room with no door.
He waits hoping for a presence, something, anything, to enter.
After spending half his life searching he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he's staring.
He's alive but feels absolutely nothing. So is he?
When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him, by nine he had deciphered the illusion trading magic for fact.
No tradebacks.
So this is what it's like to be an adult.
If he only knew now what he knew then...

I'm open, (x2)
Come in. (x4)

I'm open, (x2)
Yeah... Woo...
Come in. (x4)

Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to dream.
Dream up a new self for himself.

I'm wishing you all well.
Mind a peace within your cell.
Covers up I cast you off.
I'll be watching as you breathe.
I lie still, you move, I send you off around the bend.

I hold your head deep in my arms.
My fingertips they close your eyes.
Off you dream my little child.
There's a sun around the bend. (x2)

All evenings close like this.
All these moments that I've missed.
Please forgive me, won't you dear?
Please forgive and let me share with you around the bend.

You're an angel when you sleep.
How I want your soul to keep on, and on, around the bend.